I trowe, by our lady, I had ben slayne,
Or elles I had lost myne eres twayne.
Magn.[788] By your soth?
Fan. Ye, and there is suche a wache,
That no man can scape but they hym cache.
They bare me in hande that I was a spye;
And another bade put out myne eye,
Another wolde myne eye were blerde,
Another bade shaue halfe my berde; 360
And boyes to the pylery gan me plucke,